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“We can’t play together.” Merrick nipped at my shoulder again. “I can think of a much more fun game, anyway. You play, and I’ll touch you. Not anywhere intimate, unless you’re allowing it.” “A distraction game?” I lifted an eyebrow. “I could get into that.” He was easily distractible, so I’d definitely win. “Sure. If you can play a whole round without looking at any part of me while I touch you, you get a point. If you look at me, I get a point.”

She couldn’t turn back now—not with the way he looked at her, like he could unlock something deep inside her that she didn’t even know she craved. Without a second thought, Fernanda rose from the bed, her knees hitting the floor in front of him. Her hands trembled as she reached for him, but the desire in her chest overpowered the uncertainty. She took him into her mouth, her lips daring to explore what she hadn’t yet fully understood. The tension between them ignited, the line between hesitation and passion disappearing as they surrendered to the moment, together.

He smiled, and then it turned to a smirk. He was already having wild and naughty thoughts in his head, especially when he was beginning to stare too much. Furthermore, he moved back a bit and ruffled his smooth brown hair. Nothing was going to make him stop flirting until he gets what he wants. Besides, his best friend wasn't calling him a player for nothing.

“Please?” He begged me with a pout on his handsome face as he played with a strand of my chestnut-brown hair. He was looking adorable but I couldn’t just agree with his plans. Not again. “Nope!” I said popping the ‘p’ as I rolled my green eyes and focused back on the book in front of me. “But I really love her! Ever since I was little, I've had a crush on her! E, I think she’s the one! I have known this since I was just four!” He exasperated. I turned to him with a frown on my face.

I was on my second can when I heard footsteps down the stairs, and that was my cue to hide beside the fridge. “Are you sure I can’t stay the night?” I rolled my eyes at how cringy the woman's voice sounds, still probably trying to seduce my housemate. “You know I don’t do that cuddle BS.” Even without seeing his face, I know he was smirking at the girl right now, playing with her like she was on the palm of his hand. “Then maybe we can do this again some other time?” “We'll see." "Just call me when you need to spice up your life."

The blind game was amusing—she had no idea what I was seeing or thinking as a matter of fact. "Go on, ptichka," I murmured. "Read to me." She cleared her throat, shifting slightly like a trapped animal trying to decide if it should fight or flee. How fucking entertaining. Her fingers curled tighter around the book, and she swallowed. Fuck. Was it concerning that I was hard?

“Don’t play games with me.” He chuckled, dark and dangerous, and dropped to his knees. The sight of him there, looking up at me with those green eyes, nearly undid me. “No games,” he said, and then his mouth was on my cock, hot and relentless, and I had to grip the railing to keep from collapsing. “Oh my fucking gosh—” I cursed under my breath, my head tipping back as pleasure coiled tight in my gut. His tongue moved with purpose, every flick and swirl deliberate, designed to unravel me. My fingers tangled in his hair, urging him on, and he hummed, the vibration sending sparks up my spine.

stupid. "If you want to play with me. At least, your life should have a meaning!"

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I was already making friends in this dump. I uncrossed my arms, curiosity getting the better of me. “And how do you suggest I do this?” I asked, my voice softer now. Claire’s smile widened, and this time, it nearly scared me. “You play the game,” she said genuinely. “But you play it smarter than each person here.” I frowned. “What game?”